A tough night

My baby boy is growing up.
He's first birthday is this week.
We're throwing him a party.
He's present to us?
A new, toddler sized temper.
Tonight he did not want to go to bed.
He cried.
He screamed.
He doubled over.
He tried to push open the door.
He reached for my hand and then led me to the door.
He wanted me to open it.
It was a battle.
He lost.
He went to sleep.
And then...
I cried.
I screamed.
I doubled over.
Just kidding.
After he went to sleep I popped a diet coke and said a prayer.
Thank you God for strength to be a parent.
I have a feeling that there is going to be a lot of praying...
and a lot of drinking in this new stage of parenthood.
Diet Coke.
Drinking diet coke.


P.S. The camera is charged...picture posts returning this week.